Chapter 1667

Fifth Nian added, "the people who are looking for Mengpo are not limited to ghosts. Some demons, demons and spirits are OK. As long as they have good intentions, everyone is qualified to be Mengpo." She didn't contact modern Mengpo, so she didn't know what kind of person she was. Maybe in the long run of time, Mengpo is a profession, and there will be different people to do it.

Then there's no need to stick to the details. The person who does well is qualified to be Mengpo.

"I see. I'll have to send more people." Di Jun said, "don't worry, take your time. Mengpo soup is the most important."

"The most important thing is Mengpo soup. If there is anything I don't understand, can I ask you again?"

Fifth read hesitated for a moment, there are so a few seconds, Emperor Jun's breathing almost hasty up, for fear of being rejected.

"Well."

Emperor Jun secretly took a breath, the fifth read sideways, a faint light flashed across his face.

More people were sent to look for Mengpo. During this period, all the gods were called to study the soup that can make the soul forget. But no one thought that Mengpo would find it so soon, and sent it to the door on her own initiative.

On this day, a beautiful and moving woman came to Baiyun city where they lived. When she came, she went straight to the headquarters of the beggars' sect.

The four elders headed by Shanzi will take one person out every day to stay in the gang in turn. The one left today is rice.

Lying on the table, he was scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks when the younger brother of the sect said, "elder rice, someone wants to break into our beggars' sect!"

At this time, the beggars' sect is not what it used to be. Even those monsters have to shake. Now someone dares to break in, isn't it?

"Who? How dare you? " Rice for this can not read and read, the heart is still very happy, decided to join in a lively now.

"I don't know who it is. It's not human. It looks fierce."

Rice footstep meal, not human, looks very fierce, he is a little afraid.

He said to the other disciples, "go and report this to the leader. I'll go and have a look first."

The woman's name is Alan. She has no surname. She has been practicing Pipa for three thousand years. She is here today to find her husband.

Her beloved man is Meng he, a fish demon.

Rice blinked, "the disciples of our beggars' sect are all human beings. There are no monsters. They dare not accept a fish demon as a disciple of the beggars' sect. "

Alan naturally knew, "he said that he wanted to give us a bright future, so he chose to make contributions. It was only after several decades of inquiry that I found out..." Alan collapsed, covered a pretty little face, crying heartbroken. "I knew he was dead."

"The dead can't be here." They are afraid of ghosts. How can they not be afraid of the fish demon who becomes a ghost?

Alan looked to the place not far away where the resentment was most concentrated, his eyes flashed a trace of firmness, "maybe he's there."

"Can you look at our beggars' sect without looking directly at it?" Rice has been particularly afraid of ghosts recently. Sometimes there are ghost calls at night, which makes him particularly sensitive to that kind of thing.

"I know my lover is here. None of you can stop me." After that, her figure flashed, directly over the rice and disappeared in the sight of everyone.

Rice Leng for three seconds, cried, "quick, quick to find the leader, something big, someone broke into the backyard." That's Dijun's forbidden area. No one can enter it.